forgetting who we are western light crawls into our dark cracks as we try to remember |
Our Best Kept Secrets
This is dedicated to the landscapes, cultures, climates, geography of our American Midwest. After two days of travel from the southern east coast into the mountains of the west, I have produced a plethora of photographs which have captured scenery that are nothing less of breath-taking. And as a writer who has only been able to stop moments of natural time with words—have found that words are not enough to handle to its extent our Nation’s beauty.
What my father told me and in turn, his father told him, that a Great God became angry with the world, created a flood and in the midst of all that destruction, caused the earth to turn upside down. Here lies the beauty of our transgressions.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Learning My New Craft: Choosing Something to Shoot At
Just a few days ago I read something in my horoscope about becoming obsessed with a new hobby and learning everything I could possibly learn about it. Well...as you can tell, photography has become a new horizon for me. And especially since I get to add poetry to it, so has "phoetry" been a personal phenomena for me. Since I am new at all this, I don't mind sharing with you my equipment ;)... Yes, I will be making an investment in to some real "photographer's" equipment but this is what I have for now:
In the meantime, check out what these folks like to say on the subject. I admire their tenacity and creative stance on their subjects:
In the meantime, check out what these folks like to say on the subject. I admire their tenacity and creative stance on their subjects:
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Road Trip! : Day 2 -- Home, Home On The Range...
upon Notes, the names of dead men amount to green and plenty of things, but the Native man took care of his land |
| I don't think "Bigger" is the right word... |
The Heavens are Preoccupied in New Mexico
in Our own 'perfection' our noses scrunch up our eyes close shut and our mouths shiver in silence-- still, a tear drops |
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